This is a song about "Fountain tire"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I want to fight the music on this one

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

Downtown am proudly pissing in the fountain shouting

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Through thick and thin

Fountain of rap, smirkin'.